Over the last week, I've come to realize that at 36 I still rely on my parents for more than I realized. Sure, I pride myself on being strong and independent, but I've still got my weak spots where I need Mum or Dad.
A few months ago, I pulled out the power tools and fixed the coat rack that Alex had pulled out off the wall. Two weekends ago, I painted the downstairs bathroom. I puttied the holes, sanded, painted, hung the new (funky) mirror and hung both the towel rails back up, etc. (On a side note, I've now painted 3 rooms in the house...the bonus room, the office and the downstairs bath. I've proposed a "paint 5 rooms and get one done professionally" deal to Scott but he's not biting.) Next on the list is the guest bathroom, and the boys bathroom. Maybe then I'll hit him up about our bedroom/bathroom or the foyer, since both of them are too tall to paint without scaffolding...and I'm certainly NOT that independent...yet.
Last weekend, we had Dad over for supper while Mum was in the UK visiting my grandmother who just turned 90. While he was here he fixed the boy's wagon. Last month I asked him about fixing Alex's plasma car. If it weren't for him, those toys would have stayed broken for ages.
With Thanksgiving coming up, I've been chatting with several friends about their plans for the holiday. Many of them are hosting countless family members and putting on a huge feed. When they ask about my plans, I tell them my parents are coming over....and they're bringing the turkey stuffed and ready to go in the oven. Yup, it's true...I really enjoy cooking (and I LOVE to bake) but I've NEVER cooked a turkey. Ever. In fact, I only roasted my first chicken a few months ago...and only then it was because I bumped into a friend at the grocery store (in the poultry section) and she convinced me how easy it was to roast a chicken...and they were on sale that week. For the record, it turned out pretty good and I REALLY should get over my fear of roasts. Come to think of it, it's the same at Christmas. Mum brings over the turkey ready to go in the oven. Even on Christmas Eve, when we have our traditional French Canadian meat pie Mum cooks two...one for her and Dad to have and a separate one for us and the boys. I REALLY should step up, how else am I going to carry on these traditions unless I start learning now?!
While Mum was away, I picked up the phone at least twice to call and ask her opinion on things. I ended up realizing that my questions would have to wait until she got back. So, why is it that no matter how old you are you still need your parents? Don't get me wrong, I love still being their little girl. Plus, I hope that Will and Alex still need me around when they're married with kids of their own.
I guess I've got a lot to be thankful for this Thanksgiving. Mum & Dad....you're at the top of my list.
23 hours ago
1 comments:
I think it sounds like a pretty healthy relationship with your parents. :-) It's not like you're calling them up to pay your bills or to bail you out of jail. :-)But I do challenge you to bake a turkey. I think I told you about the baking bags. They are wonderful and are fool-proof. :-)
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